06 January 2009

There's just no oxygen.

On my way for my walk on the beach this morning I was waiting on one side of the road (in my car) to cross, and the Old Boy from next door was waiting on the other side of the road (on foot) with the paper tucked under his arm.

I motioned for him to cross before me and called out my window, "Age before beauty, Old Boy." Then I was worried he might feel a little affronted so I added, "But I shouldn't confuse you; you have both."

I have to keep him sweet: my cats poo in his yard.

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